Campgrounds in Latin America are rarely one business enterprises. Often, dare I say usually, a campground is tacked in to another business to make extra money with not much outlay.
In this case it’s not exactly a hotel though they do rent air conditioned rooms, and it’s not only an event space though you could get married here but technically it is a farm with a restaurant and space to park your camping vehicle. 
It’s called, in a mixture of Spanish and German, Granja (“farm” in Spanish) Alte Liede (“old love” in German. That’s because the owner Attilio was born of a German father had a Paraguayan mother. 
Rent a yellow room or park a Promaster. We haven’t even used the pool as it’s been a cool gray day with a torrential downpour in the afternoon. 
So most of the day we stayed home and listened to afternoon rain. Rusty wanted to be outdoors so he took shelter underneath GANNET2. He pretty much ignores the sheep which is helpful.
Our plan is to drive to Brazil where we’re hoping to have a tour of one of the twenty wonders of the world.
Friends told us to take the dawn tour before the crowds, a tour that starts at 5am so it had better be good. After that we will head for the beaches, those famous Brazilian strands 
We had a dinner date forty minutes away and it was a good thing we did as there was precious little sunshine on Tuesday even between rain showers. It required some modest night driving on the way back to the campground but Inge from our previous stop had a hotel room on her way to Brazil and Layne figured the company would be nice. It was and so was my Wiener Schnitzel.
But here’s the truly weird thing: the me I was in German and this was a Paraguayan restaurant. 
And Señora Graciela who waited on us was more comfortable with German than Spanish. She spoke rapid fire Guaraní with her son and spoke fluently with the two other tables if German diners but struggled with us in Spanish.
Layne got help from Inge to decipher the menu.
And ended up with steak in a mushroom sauce. 
Inge is from Kiel on Germany’s north coast and says when she gets home in ten days her sister has promised to take her out for a fish supper. The food we had is what I am used to on a German menu but Paraguay is absolutely packed with Germans and in the town of Independencia where we ate there are so many German settlers businesses post their signs in Spanish and German. Americans from the US are decidedly a fringe element. Paraguay the surprising. 
